If tomorrow was promised… I wonder whether I would have a longing for the morrow I wonder whether I would dare to dream I wonder whether i’d push myself to be better I wonder whether i’d pay attention I wonder whether i’d watch the setting orange sun from my office window I wonder whether i’d … More 026: IF TOMORROW WAS PROMISED…
The cool air finds its way through the microscopic crevices The bulb flickers – a sign of a lightning strike Thunder roars to reveal its power The rain drops make their way to the ground Never relenting even when there isn’t enough space anymore The little pools form happily Within minutes, swallowed by the thirsty … More 021: RETURN OF HOPE
You are My Elohim
and You Live and will Live Forever. Our Father, Hallowed Be Thy Name. … More 020: HALLOWED BE THY NAME.
When the wind blows It leaves some kind of residue Microscopic dust and pollen particles, A rustic smell, Lead-heavy fumes And sometimes, a taste of death When the wind blows I remember running around with sheep It reminds me swinging on aerial roots Reminds me of the hour long roundas and kati Reminds me of … More 018: WHEN THE WIND BLOWS…
Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me it’s time for the ball Or is it the mall? Well, maybe I’m having a ball Or maybe it’s just a mental… Weary in this enslavement Thought it’s was an oversight But what has it made me? A sailor maybe Or a wager? Well, I don’t even know … More 016: SHANGHAIED
Drips and drops Oh how they make their stops Makes me wonder how They make my breathe blow If you know me then you understand my obsession for the rain. Well, obsession might be a strong word; let’s put it as a strong love for rain (lol). I like watching as the drops fall and … More 007: EARTH CHILD!
Every drop, every drip, every gush Follows a course No matter the cause Because as it falls A story is told As it flows The hidden are unearthed As it meanders A canvas meets its owner It makes me wish to be As consistent, as loyal, as hopeful Like the waters Every drop, every drip, … More 005: LIKE THE WATERS